When all the members of the mercenary group were in position, Li Qing who was at the top of the mountain was ready. He gripped the handle of the Gatling machine gun tightly with both hands. His mental power began to spread out and locked onto the demonic beasts below.
Li Qing also gripped the handle of the Gatling machine gun nervously. His ten fingers were stretched out and clenched tightly. After all, they were facing tens of thousands of Red-Horned Iron Tigers. If the Gatling machine gun's lethality was not as good as it was described, they might very well die here today.
Without thinking too much, Li Qing pressed the button to fire the gun. The ten black barrels of the gun spun rapidly. His mental power also jumped out and quickly locked onto the demonic beasts.
"Da da da, da da da." With a firing rate of a thousand bullets per minute, many of the Red-Horned Iron Tigers were killed before they could even react.
When the first Red-Horned Iron Tiger died, the rest of the Red-Horned Iron Tigers in the basin reacted. Then, they let out angry roars.
"Roar …" The roars shook the entire basin. In an instant, the martial artists with lower cultivation bases quickly covered their ears with their Origin Power. The roars of tens of thousands of Red-Horned Iron Tigers could be considered a sound wave attack. Those with lower cultivation bases could really be injured by the roars.
The leading Wuzong Level Red-Horned Iron Tiger immediately locked onto Li Qing and the others who were at the top of the mountain. It could tell that this was the place that would cause the most damage to its tribe. With a furious roar, it leaped up and flew toward Li Qing. When it moved, the remaining Wuzong Level Red-Horned Iron Tigers followed closely behind. The Wuzong Level Demonic Beasts could release their mental power for a short distance and gather Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to fly. However, they could only maintain this ability for a short period of time. When they saw Li Qing and the others with the Gatling machine gun killing their own tribesmen, they could not care less about their energy consumption. They wanted to quickly close in and tear their tribesmen apart.
However, the Red-Horned Iron Tiger's idea was good. When the mercenary group saw that the Red-Horned Iron Tigers wanted to attack Li Qing and the others, they naturally would not let them go. Many Wuzong Level martial artists leaped into the air. Each of them was holding back multiple demonic beasts. For a moment, they could not get close to Li Qing and the others.
The remaining martial artists did not take the initiative to attack. Their mission was to guard the path and ensure that all the demonic beasts were wiped out. The path itself could only accommodate two Red-horned Iron Tigers. Therefore, the few Wuzong level warriors stood in front, while the rest of the warriors stood behind. Martial Masters would be able to release their Essence Qi, so they wouldn't have to worry about not being able to land a hit.
At the top of the mountain, Li Qing was shooting madly with his Gatling Gun. When he saw a large number of Red-Horned Iron Tigers falling to the ground, he was overjoyed. He didn't even need to fight to kill Demonic Beasts. Furthermore, he was killing them in batches.
After about two minutes, Li Qing felt that his mental power could not hold on any longer. The firing rate of the Gatling Gun was too fast, causing his mental power to be greatly depleted. At this point, Li Qing was already feeling a little dizzy. This was a result of him expending too much of his mental power. However, the exhilaration of killing with an Earth-ranked weapon was already enough to make Li Qing unable to stop himself.
When the three martial artists saw Li Qing's expression, they understood that he had expended too much of his mental power. Immediately, one of them stepped forward and took over the Gatling Gun.
Although Li Qing was unwilling to do so, he understood that he had expended too much of his mental power. He could no longer guarantee the accuracy of his shots. Helplessly, he shook his head and sat on the ground. He took out some medicinal pills and began to recover. Perhaps if he recovered quickly, he would be able to use them again.
Although the Gatling Gun did not stop firing, the pressure on the mercenaries at the foot of the mountain was still very high. The main reason was that there were too many Demonic Beasts. Although there were two Wuzong level warriors blocking the front, there were still Red-horned Iron Tigers leaping up from time to time. This caused the mercenaries at the back to be extremely tired.
The few Wuzong level warriors were already injured. Most of the Martial Generals and Martial Masters were also injured. Some of them were already seriously injured. They left the group and ran to a safe place to recuperate.
There were also some warriors who were blocking the Wuzong level Red-horned Iron Tigers. At this moment, they were also injured. However, when faced with the Wuzong level Red-horned Iron Tigers, they were already a little inferior.
"Hurry up, we can't hold on any longer!" One of the Wuzong level warriors shouted. Of course, he was not shouting to the mercenaries on the path, but to Li Qing and the others at the top of the mountain.
Naturally, Li Qing and the others heard the shout and felt helpless. The Gatling Gun's firing speed was a thousand shots per minute. Right now, it was already the third person's turn. More than half of the Demonic Beasts had already been killed. However, the number of Demonic Beasts that remained was still extremely terrifying. The main reason was that they were too ambitious. Even with the Gatling Gun, it was still extremely difficult to kill all of these Demonic Beasts.
When the number of Demonic Beasts reached a certain level, even if there was no King level Demonic Beast, a Martial King level warrior could still die in a head-on clash. However, that was only a head-on clash. After all, Martial Kings could fly. As long as they had enough time, they would still be able to kill them all.
However, the mercenary group's only Martial King, Kuang Shi, had already lured away the King level Demonic Beast. Currently, they did not know how the battle was going. After all, Kuang Shi was a few grades higher than the group leader. If he was not injured, he would not even be able to fight back.
"Hold on a little longer, we're almost done. Monkey, two of you come up. We'll go down." As they spoke, a few minutes passed. The four people with the Gatling Gun had already finished their turns. Naturally, this amount of time was not enough for them to recover their mental strength. Although their mental strength had been greatly depleted, they had not used up any Yuan Qi. There was not much of a difference in their strength. Of course, this was when compared to Demonic Beasts. If a cultivator of the same level had no mental strength left, they would be disturbed by their opponent's mental strength. If they were not careful, they would be killed.
According to the calculation of a thousand bullets per minute, there were less than two layers of Demonic Beasts left. The group on the path had also killed a few.
When Monkey and the others heard this, two of them immediately turned and ran up the mountain. Monkey was one of them. Li Qing and the other three also ran down the mountain. Their mental strength had been greatly depleted and they could no longer fly. Thus, they could only run down the mountain. Fortunately, their running speed was not slow due to the circulation of their Yuan Qi.
As for Monkey, he was lucky. He had broken through last night. Previously, Monkey had bought a bottle of Kuang Tie and shared half of it with him. After drinking it, his mental strength had almost reached the critical point. The small cup of Thousand Island Lake Beer last night was an opportunity. After drinking it, he returned to his residence and after cultivating, he had advanced to the Wuzong rank. However, compared to the other Wuzong mercenaries, his mental strength was still not strong enough. But now, there were less than twenty percent of the Red-Horned Iron Tiger Demonic Beasts left.
No one paid any attention to it. As for Monkey, he had fallen in love with the Gatling Gun when he saw it last night. Of course, the majority of the mercenaries liked it. After all, it was an Earth Tier weapon. It just so happened that he had broken through to the Wuzong rank. Today, he was itching to get it.
He ran all the way to the top of the mountain and picked up the Gatling Gun. His mental strength overflowed and he began to shoot.
"Da Da Da, Da Da Da" Under the rotation of the gun barrel, the sound of gunshots rang out. Seeing the Red-Horned Iron Tigers fall to the ground in groups, Monkey had never felt that killing demonic beasts was so easy. His face flushed red and his heroic spirit rose. He wanted to look up to the sky and roar.
However, happy times were always short-lived. After just a minute, Monkey could no longer hold on. He felt dizzy and his body began to sway left and right.
The mercenaries waiting at the side immediately took over the Gatling Gun to prevent the bullets from being wasted. After all, bullets were made of spirit stones. How could they afford to waste them? When they saw that Monkey was still unwilling to put down the weapon even when he had reached his limit, they were envious.
Because Monkey had just broken through, his mental strength was not comparable to the veteran Wuzong rank martial artists. Therefore, after Monkey finished shooting for a minute, he lay on the ground dizzily. He needed to calm down. He did not even have the strength to take the medicinal pill. If he stood up now, he would probably fall off the mountain. It was better to lie down for a while.
When the last Wuzong rank martial artist finished shooting, there was not a single demonic beast left standing in the huge basin. The Red-Horned Iron Tigers fell into a pool of blood. Their blood dyed the ground red. Although it was cruel, the demonic beasts and humans had different standpoints. Sympathy and pity were useless at this time. When it came to the battle between races, everyone was selfish. They all hoped that humans would be the final victor in the battle between races. There was no doubt about this.
Moreover, these Red-Horned Iron Tigers could be sold for a lot of money. A lot of money, a lot of money. Money represented cultivation resources, status, and authority. It could buy almost everything in the world.
The battle at the basin had already ended. Gradually, the sounds of battle faded away. Ten miles away, Kuang Shi could naturally feel that the fierce energy fluctuations in the basin had almost stopped. Thinking that the battle over there should have ended, he led the King rank Red-Horned Iron Tiger towards the basin.
If the King rank Red-Horned Iron Tiger had not been severely injured, Kuang Shi would not have been able to hold on for so long. After all, the King rank Red-Horned Iron Tiger was a few grades higher. If Kuang Shi had been at full strength, he would have been heavily injured after a few dozen exchanges. However, even if the King rank Red-Horned Iron Tiger was heavily injured, Kuang Shi would not be able to kill it alone. Therefore, he could only lead it towards the basin. As long as there was a group of Wuzong rank Red-Horned Iron Tiger, he would have a chance to kill it.
Everyone had just finished their battle and was resting on the ground when they saw two black figures fly over from the distance. When they got closer, they saw that it was Kuang Shi and the Red-Horned Iron Tiger. Immediately, all the Wuzong rank martial artists stood up.
"Mercenaries below the Wuzong rank, group up and find a place to hide." Hearing this, the mercenaries below the Wuzong rank all ran away, far away from the center of the battlefield.
The destructive power of a Martial King was no joke. The aftershock of a powerful martial skill could kill a Martial Master or heavily injure a Martial General, unless they had life-saving armor or treasures.
As the Wuzong rank martial artists soared into the sky, the King rank Red-Horned Iron Tiger was firmly pinned down. The Wuzong rank Red-Horned Iron Tiger was not the main attacking force, so the amount of Yuan Qi they could use was limited. As they constantly flew around, they would occasionally attack and harass the Red-Horned Iron Tiger. The small wounds on the Red-Horned Iron Tiger's body continued to increase. Finally, Kuang Shi found an opportunity and slashed the Red-Horned Iron Tiger's neck, causing blood to fly everywhere.
The Red-Horned Iron Tiger King, who was no longer able to fly, fell to the ground. His powerful physical body did not kill him immediately. However, after Mad Lion stabbed his sword into his heart, he let out a mournful cry and unwillingly fell to the ground.
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